Being sick is NOT a fun thing

I had to spend another whole week lying in bed, and I am not the kind of person who can just lie around and do nothing, so I read and drew pictures pretty much the whole time. When I was off in my mind thinking about things Darry came in and said that Randy was here to see me, so I told him that he could. He said that he came to see if I was okay, and to talk about the court session the for the next day. He told me about how his dad was all upset about all of this, and he said that my parents were probably feeling awful about it too, so I had to explain to him that they were dead and Darry had to take care of us and how I might end up in boys home or something if the judge thinks that Darry is an unsuitable guardian. Then he went on to tell me that I didn't do anything and that it was Johnny that had killed Bob, but I guess that somehow I thought that I was the one who killed him, so I started to tell him over and over again that it was me who did it. Just as I was about to freak out over this Darry walked in and told him that he should leave. Then Darry walked into the room and told me to put out my cigarette, so I put it out and we had a little chat, but when he went to leave he called me "buddy", which he had never called me before, and it kind of made me feel better.